It’s Christmas 1996 and we’re sitting on the beach.
By we, we mean the Multitudes. Jacky and Bucky are currently playing along the shore throwing a frisbee around. Each one feeds off of the other’s energy. This is a good day. The Iron Fist is out and thriving right now. The flux isn’t in session. Perhaps it’s because of the time we’re in.
We shouldn’t be here. We shouldn’t be at this time and place, especially since a younger version of the man we love is currently in a wretched house in Kurri Kurri. How old were you this year? How much could you perceive back then? Did your father make you a victim yet or did that happen a little later? These are questions we can’t ask. Questions we can never ask, not when you’re smiling like this. We’d hate to break your mood.
(that and it reminds us that, technically speaking, we robbed the cradle. but never mind.)
No. We shouldn’t be here. But the chances of younger and older finding each other are slim. While it isn’t your beloved 1980’s retrofest, you’d probably agree that we tread that road quite a few times by now. Breathing the air of another decade, even if it is quasi-familiar to you, won’t hurt any. And we certainly have no attachments to all of this short of liking the music. The man we met and fell in love with is synths and love songs, the man we married and fell in love with is classical and love songs. You’re at odds with each other. But the constant is love.
The two figures that make up our family–two feet and four–crash into the ocean in an impromptu wrestling match. Bucky shakes off the salty mist and barks, his tail wagging at light speed. You do the same and laugh. The notes of your glee make us smile. We just want you to be happy, Jacky. If doing what we have to do and going through what we’re going through means giving you the freedom to become whatever you need to be…it’s worth it.
You look at us even as we look at you. There’s a noted irony in how our roles switch every other time. You used to be the main observer. I, the observed. And neither one of us can help but blush just a bit. It still tingles.
Merry Danielsmas to us.